I’ve been listening to this for about a week now, getting into a steady groove of cool breezes, sweaters, socks, and soup.  Sounds like fall, indeed.

“J’ai Deux Amours” – Madeleine Payroux – I sing along and feel dreamy-fancy.

“Little Star” – Madonna

“Tear in Your Hand” – Tori Amos

“Duke’s Place” – Louis Armstrong and Duke Ellington – a toe-tappin’ happy song.

“Typical Situation” – Dave Matthews Band – a rather atypical band for me with a song I quite like.

“The Man Who Loved Beer” – David Byrne – like riding waves.

“Honkey Tonkin'” – Hank Williams – another happy toe-tapper.

“I Do Not Want What I Haven’t Got” – Sinead O’Connor – more dreamy-fancy singing.

“(Night time is) The Right Time” – Ray Charles – ooh la la, did Ray know how to do it!

“Can’t You Hear Me Knockin'” – The Rolling Stones – the jam at the end makes me weep.

“Everybody’s Jumpin'” – Dave Brubek Quartet

“Fire and Rain” – James Taylor – more weeping for friends I never thought I’d lose.

“Down to the Wire” – Neil Young

“Sway” – Dean Martin – his voice makes me feel like I’m draped in velvet, a theme for me, as of late.

“Suite Bergamesque I: Prelude Moderato” – Debussy, played by Gieseking

“Please Call Me, Baby” – Tom Waites

“October” – U2

“Mule Skinner Blues (Blue Yodel #8)” – Dolly Parton – oh, the power of Dolly: I cry, I dance, I laugh.

“Which Will” – Nick Drake

“Bodysnatchers” – Radiohead – always dancing in the end.  That’s me.

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Two great movies for you today, gems received via our Netflix queue.  Oh heavens, please don’t you ever go away Netflix.  What on earth would these two Portland film addicts do without you?

Let’s start with fashion and the man who works magic with red, Valentino Garavani.  Forty-five years of gorgeous gowns with equally gorgeous women donning them.    While I hardly have enough moolah to be able to purchase a couture gown such as these (nor an occasion to which I’d wear it), it was a sheer delight to observe a bit of the process that brings them to life.  A dream in a man’s head, a sketch, and a klatch of women with talents I can only aspire to.  No sewing machines, no fancy equipment, just divine talent with a needle and thread.

Follow bits of Valentino’s life since launching his career in the 1960s: the bankruptcy, the huge success, the sale of his company in the 90s, the dresses (oh the dresses!), the pugs, the houses, and one very sweet, loving, and patient man with my favorite name in the Italian language, Giancarlo, Valentino’s partner for more than fifty years.

It is a love story about style, fabric, and men who share the same exquisite passion to make women feel a bit more beautiful and, of course, glamorous.  There are lots of surprises, and I shed a few tears, inspired by the drive and success of these lively and talented Italians.

And now for a little something from Italy’s neighbor, France.  It is quite a different story, yet it rings of the same truths, that passion, dedication, and perseverance bring sublime rewards.

It’s a story that begins in a dimly lit dentist’s waiting room, when a young man with an aching tooth spies, in a magazine, an advertisement for the yet to be built Twin Towers.  A tight rope walker, he decides, then and there, that he will walk between the towers, drawing, rather symbolically, a crisp line between the buildings.  Thus, he sets forth on a plan that will take him thousands of miles and hundreds of feet above New York city.

Though the fact that he walks the tightrope is a foregone conclusion, it is a delightful journey to follow the route to his achievement.  There’s footage of the preparations, including his victories over Notre Dame and the Sydney Harbor Bridge.  As well, we meet his accomplices, friends and protectors, eager and willing to pay the high price to accomplish one man’s dream.   Another joy to watch such determination and dedication to a particular and quite electrifying goal.

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The Sea

The cure for anything is salt water – sweat, tears, or the sea.

Isak Dinesen

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I got stung by a wasp on Sunday afternoon.  The hubster and I were gardening, and I felt what I thought was a sequoia needle stabbing into me.  When I looked down to move my foot out of the way of said needle, I saw the wasp bouncing off my ankle, like a little basketball, over and over.  I yelped, both at the realization and because it really hurt.  I thought I came out of it relatively unscathed until yesterday afternoon, when my foot swelled up like a little balloon, nearly twenty-four hours after being stung.  To be honest, I think I brought this on myself, as the inflammation only occurred after a rather vigorous scratching.  My goodness friends, it itches!  So here I am, swollen footed, gimpy, writing about soup and fish, delicious velvety soup and fish.  George Costanza would eat it with pride.

Velvety Squash Soup

1 winter squash, about 2 1/2 pounds (I used a kabocha – it looks like a dark green pumpkin)

olive oil

salt

1 medium onion, diced

2 tablespoons butter

2 tablespoons curry powder

1/2 teaspoon salt

3 – 4 cups chicken or vegetable broth

1 cup coconut milk

cayenne pepper (to taste, optional)

Cut the squash into large chunks.  If you have a hard time getting your blade through the hard flesh, try gently tapping the knife with a hammer.  I wish I could give proper credit for this discovery, because it works wonders!  Place on a baking pan and drizzle the pieces with olive oil and sprinkle with salt.  Roast in a 350 degree oven for 45 minutes to one hour, until soft.  Remove from oven and allow to cool.

In a medium soup pot, saute the onion with the butter and salt until the onion is soft.  Add three cups of broth and the curry powder and simmer over low heat.  Once the squash is cool enough to handle, scoop out the flesh and add to the onion curry broth.  Using an immersion blender, blend the mixture until smooth.  (If you don’t have an immersion blender, use a regular one, adding the squash in batches.  Use very little broth as you blend, or you will have a hot mess splattered everywhere. This is the voice of experience talking and why I have the immersion variety.  Put it back in the pan as you go.)  Add the coconut milk and correct the seasoning and thickness of the soup.  It may need more broth, salt, or curry.  If you’d like it spicier, add the optional cayenne now.  Eat now or continue to simmer over low heat while you prepare the fish.

Floating Fish

2 fillets of firm white fish (neutral flavored cod or halibut are best)

curry powder

salt

Place fish on a baking pan and sprinkle with curry and salt.  Place under the broiler for about 3-5 minutes, depending on thickness.  Remove from oven, gently turn over, and season the second side.  Broil until the flesh is opaque, another 3-5 minutes.

Ladle soup into serving bowls and gently float the fillet on top.  It looks so pretty and tastes even better.

Enjoy!

My sad foot.  I hope this doesn’t turn you off from the soup, but I had to share.  It’s what I do.

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The ABC’s of Me

Available or single?

For friendship?  Absolutely!  Otherwise, I am reserved for my one and only, Gregory Cooper.

Best Friend?

The Hubster

Cake or Pie?

Old Fashioned Chocolate Cake or Cherry Pie

Drink of choice?

If this refers to alcoholic beverages, I would say whiskey for everyday (plain or fancified), port for sipping on a quiet evening, and something fizzy for summer, like a vinho verde, yum.

Essential item for every day use?

A flexible personality.

Favorite color?

Red for handbags and shoes.  Pink for flowers.

Google?

Why not?

Hometown?

Arvada, Colorado

Indulgences?

Heavens to mergatroid, do I ever have a sweet tooth!

January or February?

Why, I’ve never thought about it.  (Deliberating…)  February, for it is closer to March and the glories of Spring.

Kids and their names?

No kids for me, cats rule our roost.  Paris and Milo.

Life is incomplete without…?

Good health, good friends, and good food.

Marriage date?

May 29, 1993

Number of siblings?

One sister + two brothers = 3

Oranges or apples?

Definitely apples, a Pink Lady, to be sure.

Phobias and fears?

None worth writing home about.

Quote for the day?

“The essence of pleasure is spontaneity.”  Germaine Greer

Reason to smile?

I can’t find a reason not to smile.

Season?

The cusp of summer in the month of June – the best!

Tag 3 people?

They’ll do it if they want.

Unknown fact about me?

Now why would I want to tell?

Vegetable you hate?

Beets have the bitter taste of dirt and bad memories.

Worst habit?

Not believing I’m good enough.

Xrays you’ve had?

Dental, mostly.

Your fave food?

Oh jeez, give me a time, mood, and place, and I’ll tell you.  I’m a particular lady.

Zodiac sign?

Gemini, the Twins.  Boy is it ever true!

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